GROUNDING 🏈 Nick Bosa

#EIGHTY EIGHT.

Later that week.

Over the next few days Nick and I were tied together once again. Spending time with him without anything chaotic going on was actually really healing and I feel as though, in some sort of way we found closure within that last week.

Although, I doubt Nick would ever admit to it.

It was almost that time for me to say goodbye to California and all the people in it. As heavy as that feeling felt, I was ready to start new and feel light again. I knew I was going to be sad, but I wanted to find my own happiness and be free of the pain that this place gripped me in for so long.

As I walk into my spare room I immediately, notice a brand new suitcase laying on the bed.

Nick comes from behind me and leans his shoulder into the doorframe. "I thought you might need that." He says. I could hear the tremble in his voice.

I turn to face him. "Thank you." I reply, softly and give him a faint smile. He cups the back of my head and brings me closer into him and tightly hugs me.

"It's getting real now isn't?" His voice was clearly, trying not to crack.

"Yeah, it really is." I say, with sorrow coating my every word.

He tips my head up by my chin. "Are you going to be okay?" He asks.

I shake my head no. "I think I've never been okay, Nick." I tell him. "Are you going to be okay?" I ask.

"I think I've already made it very clear, the answer to that." He replies.

"You'll be okay." I reassure him.

His phone rings and he talks for a bit. "I'm headed down right now, one second." He says.

I look at him. "Who was that?"

"My dad, he's downstairs."

I follow him downstairs and see John sitting on a barstool at the kitchen island.

As we approach him he asks. "How are you doing, son?"

Nick rubs the back of his neck. "Not too good." He responds in shortness.

John sighs. "Yeah, I know about me and your mom..."

Nick quickly, cuts him off. "I don't want to talk about it." He rudely, says.

I realized Nick had a hard time talking about things that hurt him. He wasn't completely, emotionally unavailable, because he could talk about feelings that expressed love, anger and guilt, but when it came to hurt feelings, he wouldn't even touch on that sort of subject and if he did it was only shown through rage.

"I just thought maybe you need more of an explanation." John says.

"You already gave me an explanation. I don't need to hear anything else. You've clearly made up your mind. You're a quitter." Nick replies, clearly upset.

I squeeze his forearm to try to keep him in line. I didn't want another brawl to break out between the two of them.

"Divorce, doesn't make you a quitter, son."